Chicky, drama, Heavenly, love



The redolence of centuries old inks and dust rose to my face as I opened the aged, leather-covered grimoire that had been handed down by my ancestors for eternities. I took in the essence of all the women before me, as I turned the thick hand-made pages until I reached the first blank page. Flattening the book open with the pressure of my hands, I took in a deep breath and focused on Mother before inking the quill. The golden glow of the bricked firepit along with the candle nearby gave off enough light to begin my message.

                           I miss you. Today, of all days, I wish you were here.
                          It did not work. And so, today, I will be setting him free.

I placed my hand over the written message, cleared my mind, blocked the echo of the dripping water behind me, and allowed the written thoughts to go to Mother, wherever her spirit may have been at the moment. I hoped, sitting with me.

The scent of roses drifted up from the book. The message was received.

I softly closed the book, said thank you, and stood to tuck it into the cellar wall amongst the rest of the tools I use to practice my craft, hidden from view for reasons of forbidden witchery. I ran my finger down the empty bottle that just yesterday housed my newest possession, one very expensive cinnamon stick. My head lowered to mimic my heart, for I used it to create a potion yesterday to make myself beautiful for he who did not show.

Accepting my fate to never find love, I begrudgingly made my way up the cellar stairs and into my bedroom. I pulled the box from under my bed, sat on the floor and opened it for the first time in twenty-nine years. Inside it was a folded sheet of parchment paper that instantly brought me back to this very room where I sat with my mother on a smaller, child-sized bed…to write my very first ever spell.

Mother sat next to me holding the candle above the paper that sat upon my lap.

“What do you want your husband to be, dear?” she asked six-year-old me with an excited smile.

The embarrassment came up and out of me with an uncontrollable giggle.

“Handsome,” I said, which came out more like a growling troll saying “Hnsm”.

“Write it down, Dear.”

As I sat with my memory, next to my bed, I opened the paper to reveal the five words needed to complete the spell. All in red crayon:


It was the last one that tugged at my chest.

“Darling?” Mother asked with a sly smile. “You want someone to call you Darling?”

“Yeees,” I said looking at the paper so I wouldn’t have to look at her.

“Why would you want that?”

“You know!”

“Because your father calls you Darling?”

“Ye-heh-es,” I said, the word separated by uncomfortable giggles.

“Well, then, Margery, write that in there!” Her arm around my shoulders gripped tighter for a moment. “Now,” she said, “repeat after me.” She paused until I looked at her. “And, so it is done.”

“And, so it is done.”

“Fold it up, put it in this box that has been handed down from my mother and her mother and so on. You will meet your husband on your thirty-fifth birthday.”

The name Darling always brings the memory of my father forward in my heart.


I stood, looking over the bridge to the calm water below. It was my duty to release this man to whomever he had chosen over me. Life had intervened and given him to someone else, and in order for them to be happy, I had to release the spell to the river. This act would break the energy chord that had quietly connected us for twenty-nine years. My heart hurt as I released the paper and turned to walk away.

Despite the reason I was there, Heritage Park was quite beautiful that day. As I walked the trail, the breeze gently cleared the saddened energy I had carried with me since midnight, sixteen hours ago. Birds sang their own love songs. A song that I had accepted would not be mine. I looked up at the full trees as their leaves danced back and forth. The wind picked up with a large gust going one way and then another and then yet another, causing something to float past my face and to the ground. I lowered myself, adjusting my long skirt, to pick it up. It was a folded sheet of parchment paper. I began to open it and saw five childish words in red crayon, but they weren’t mine. Then a set of black boots and tanned breeches stood before me.

“I apologize, Darling, but the wind seems to have taken my note and passed it to you.”

My heart skipped. Could it be? I thought to myself. I slowly lifted my face to look to his. The arch in my neck confirmed that he was certainly tall.

“My goodness. You are quite lovely, aren’t you?” He said as he offered his hand. Once I stood, the most handsome man I had ever seen handed me a note. “I believe I got your note as well.”

“Thank you,” I said, feeling the heat fill my cheeks.

“Cheeks like roses and eyes as blue as the ocean,” he said, gently touching my face.

I shied my head down. Realizing I still held his note, I offered it to him.

“Please, read it,” he insisted.

I looked at the words written by a child that read:


“It would seem, Darling, that our love spells have crossed paths,” he said with a smile. “Is today your birthday, Lovely?”

“It was yesterday,” I said as I swam in his deep brown eyes.

“Happy belated birthday, Darling. My birthday is today,” he said with a smile as he took my hand and we continued our walk together for the rest of our years.


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fantasy, horror, thriller

Seven Days (the final chapter)

Part 2

The tent continued to break down on top of them as it, along with Elizabeth and Kenny, was pulled with the urgent hunger of Murmer Men that hadn’t eaten for years. Keeping their head above the water that had earlier accumulated in the tent was nearly impossible. They were like pieces of meat being shrink-wrapped into a marinade of muddy rain water. They were pulled over bumps, and banged into trees while hearing Connor’s cries outside the tent until the tent stopped and the cries continued to move forward.
They stood to their feet, tent stuck to their backs, coughing the water from their lungs.
Elizabeth found her way out of the suctioned fabric to see Connor being pulled by his legs. “Connor!” she yelled.
Kenny found his way out. “They…” he coughed and then fell into the mud on his knees. “They’re real?”
They watched as the Murmer Men continued on with their friend. The sounds of “mmmmmmrrrrr” were all around them now. There were three of them with Connor. Their bodies appeared tall and muscular, like lumberjack men, although Elizabeth and Kenny could only see half of them. Their legs, if they had any, were underground. Apparently waste up was all they needed to come out of the ground and snatch Connor. As they moved forward through the mud and water, their torsos began to descend deeper into the earth, almost as though they were the earth. And as they descended, so did Connor’s screaming, flailing body. After he was waste deep, his head dropped down, his arms stopped swinging, and his screams stopped. His limp body continued into the mud until his hand was the last Elizabeth and Kenny would ever see of him.
Elizabeth immediately turned and picked up the tent. “Kenny.”
Kenny went from his knees to sitting on his feet.
“Kenny, help me.” She tried lifting the tent, but it was still filled with water. She began rolling it, trying to get the open side to the ground so it could empty. “Kenny!”
“They just. They took Connor. I think he’s dead. Are they going to…eat him?”
“YES Kenny! And they’re going to eat us too if you don’t help me with this tent!” She was able to empty most of the water. She got it back to a standing position. Good enough to hide in anyway, and pulled Kenny in. It filled with water again, but at least it was upright. The only flashlight they had left was damaged when the Murmer Men took Connor. They sat in darkness, but their eyes had already adjusted long ago.
“We’re not safe in here,” said Kenny.
“I know, but it’s safer in here than out there.”
Kenny’s body moved. Not because he wanted to, but because something under him…bumped. “I don’t want to die, Liz. My mom’s going to be so mad at me.”
“I know.” Then she felt a bump. She reached over and put her arms around him. It was a hug because they were terrified…and they were going to be eaten alive…soon.
“What about your mom?” he asked.
“She’s going to kill me too.”
“No! How did she survive?” He pulled free from the hug.
“A tree!” She got to her feet. “She was hiding in a tree when she saw her mom killed! Maybe they can’t leave the mud!” She unzipped the tent and climbed out.
“You’re going out there?”
“We have to get to a tree, Kenny, come on!”
He climbed out as slow as someone being forced to jump from a plane.
“Come on!” she moved him along and started to run towards a tree. She looked back to make sure he was following, which he was. Ahead of her was a tree that didn’t appear as old as the rest and had a good starting limb to get up it. “Over here!” she yelled as she ran, splashing water and mud with every lunge. She grabbed the tree, steadied herself and lifted her leg to the lowest divide. As she pulled her body up she heard Kenny scream and turned. “Nooo!!!” she yelled for him. He was already being pulled under. “Kenny!!” she yelled. They stopped. There were five of them with him, all of them stopped, even the one holding Kenny.
“Liz! Help me!” His legs were already in the mud, and he was letting out screams of pain.
“Leave him alone!” she yelled.
They turned to her, their eyes yellow with flashes of red. They looked back at each other and “mmmmmmrrrrr”ed to each other. The one holding Kenny and another one moved forward again, Kenny continued screaming and trying to push himself away. The rest turned toward Elizabeth, opened their mouths until their jaws hit where their Adam’s apple should be. There were rows of teeth to the back of their throats, similar to a shark’s two rows, but all the way back. Then they let out a high pitched scream as their bodies pushed through the muddy water, rushing toward Elizabeth. She turned back to the tree and started climbing. She heard more “mmmmmmrrrrr”’s, like she was in the middle of a swarm of bees. She looked out and saw them rising from the muck in all directions. The scream from the Murmer Men must have been a siren, to let the others know there was food. To let them know that she was food. She climbed higher and listened to Kenny behind her until he made no other sound.
There must have been at least thirty of them down there. She was as high as she could get without climbing onto the branches that she knew would break from her weight. She straddled her branch with her legs and held on with her arms, praying that the rain would stop. Mom said they went away when the rain stopped. Three of the Murmer Men continued to protrude from the earth until she saw their legs and feet. Close up she could see that as the rain hit them, they would dissolve only to regrow that spot as quickly as the rain washed it away. She was no longer certain they couldn’t leave the mud. Her body was vibrating electric fear in a bubble all around her. Don’t let go. “Go away!” she screamed with tears falling down her face. “Go away!” The Men with legs glided across the mud to the tree. They put their hands on the tree and then leaned like they were trying to push it. They “mmmmmmrrrrr”ed to each other, then dropped their mouths and screamed again. Elizabeth started sobbing. She looked out and saw more of them swarming to her tree. The three stayed out, pushing on the tree while the others in the mud began going forward and backward, zig-zagging through the mud around the tree and under the tree until she felt a slight jerk in the tree. And then another. “Stop it!” she cried. The tree began moving back and forth. They were tearing the roots from underneath, chopping it down from its strongest point.
She came to, coughing water from her lungs while on the back of one of the Murmer Men who was fully out of the ground. She was gliding with him, growing lower to the ground as they moved. He was mushy and slimy underneath her body. She wriggled and pushed his body away until she broke free of his shoulder and was then being pulled by her feet, her face in the water and mud. She used her arms to hold herself up, which was difficult at first, but as the Man lowered into the ground, the angle was less drastic. She screamed between coughs and found a rock to grab onto which slowed the ride enough for her to notice that the rain was finally stopping. There were still a few drips, but they were slowing. The Murmer Men began picking up speed, but she grabbed another rock to slow her down. If she could only delay going under the ground until the rain stopped, she might survive. They were moving again. She felt her feet being pushed into the mud. There was tightness around them. She let out a scream that grew larger as the tightness grew stronger. She felt her feet being twisted, like they were in a grinder. The tearing and ripping continued up her legs the further she went in. It felt like the mud beneath her was nothing but a giant grinder filled with teeth, ripping and grinding at her flesh. As hard as she tried to pull out of the mud, they kept pulling her in. Eating her like a pack of piranhas. Somehow, in her terror, she was able to notice the rain stop and the pulling into the mud slowing to a stop. She ended in a raised area, with no accumulation of rain. She tried pulling herself away, but the tops of her legs were too deep into the mud for her to pull out. She didn’t have any strength. Her body felt cold and light. Then everything fizzled to black.


Karen watched from the distance as the police went to Elizabeth’s fallen body, the EMT’s rushed in behind them, and Tom rushed in behind the EMT’s. Two EMT’s hunched over her, one feeling her neck, the other her wrist. Everything moved in slow motion. She watched the slow movement of the EMT’s gaze from Elizabeth’s wrist up to Tom’s urgent eyes, the EMT shook her head “no”. She saw Tom fall to his knees, grabbing Elizabeth’s lifeless body, and the police pulling him off so he didn’t disrupt any evidence.
Karen’s body fell. The people around her caught her and held her up, but she couldn’t feel them. She felt nothing but the complete emptiness inside her as though she were literally a balloon made of one thin layer with nothing on the inside. She felt nothing. She was set down on the ground. Different people were yelling around her and to her, but she could only feel the emptiness trying to push its way out, trying to shatter the thin layer of her body holding it in. “Get her some water!” “Is she okay?” “Karen, I’m so sorry.” “Someone get an EMT over here!”
Karen was moved to an ambulance truck and spared the visual of her daughter being pulled from the mud. The bottoms of her legs were gone and replaced with dangling shreds of flesh.


Karen barely survived on her doctor’s depressant-drug-of-choice for the next eight years, waiting for the seventh day to come again.
It had not only been raining for seven days, it had been storming. She drove to the forest, stepped out of her car, and did not shut the door behind her. She wasn’t equipped with a tent, or food, or a flashlight. Her purse and phone were on the kitchen counter at home. She walked through the cold, whipping rain, into the forest where she sat, and waited to die. She could no longer stand to be alive, and she desperately wanted to take away the pain her daughter felt eight years ago. Although she couldn’t go back in time and be in her daughter’s place, this was the closest thing she could do…feel the same pain. So, she waited. And they came.


…end… (for now)

drama, horror, thriller

Seven Days (part 2)



Elizabeth was sure that if there were such things as Murmer Men, her, Connor and Kenny were likely standing directly on their entry to our world. Second thoughts to this adventure had passed her half a mile ago. She was on her thirtieth thought. And then her thirty-first. They were thoughts on auto replay like those 24-hour YouTube videos that play the same skit over and over. We should go back. We’re going to die. We should go back. We’re going to die. We should go…  Her thoughts were interrupted with a long, low groan. All three of them stopped setting up the tent and looked through the falling rain at the miles of forest that surrounded them.

“Did you hear that?” asked Kenny.

“Just a frog,” said Connor. They both pointed their flash lights at Elizabeth who didn’t say a word.

Her eyes just looked at them, large, terrified. Then she pushed the words out, “Frog. Stop being a girl, Kenny.”

Connor was the last to bend down and squeeze into the tent. His boots were covered in the muddy rain water as soon as he stepped in. Elizabeth and Kenny watched his reaction to the amount of water that was in the tent until they all blew out laughter like balloons, releasing the tension of terror that had accumulated for the last few hours. The fact that they were even in that tent was just ridiculous. They looked up to see water seeping through the top, and noticed the smell of mud and muck had intensified in their tiny area while Elizabeth and Kenny sat in what could, at that moment, be used as a kiddie pool.

“It was a tent… for my bedroom,” she admitted. “I was five.”

Connor sat halfway on Kenny before sliding down beside him in the water. “My ass is going to be all wrinkled by the morning.”

“Why do I feel like we’re going to drown in this thing?” asked Kenny.

Elizabeth slapped the water around her legs, trying to angle it at Kenny. Kenny splashed back. Connor joined in, accidentally dropping his flashlight into the water. They heard a quick zzzt and his light was out.

“Connor!” they both yelled. A thump noise emanated between his shoulder and Elizabeth’s fist.

“Shit!” was his only reply.

“It’s eleven-fifteen,” said Kenny. “forty-five more minutes.” They took turns looking at each other.

“I was six,” she started. Kenny and Connor waited for her to continue. “I was six when I overheard my mom and dad talking about them. About the Murmer Men. She was ten when she saw one.”

“Who, your mom?” asked Kenny.

“Yeah,” she wiped water from her forehead and hit the tent roof as though that would stop the leaks.

“A Murmer Man?” asked Connor.


“Bull,” said Connor.

“I never got to meet my Grandmother. She died when my mom was ten. That’s when she saw it.”

There was silence for a moment.

“No, you’re trying to get us going,” said Kenny.

“Have either of you ever met my Grandma??”

They both looked at each other, then at Elizabeth. There was another groan. It was a little closer this time. Elizabeth tried desperately to remember what a damn frog sounded like.

“I saw two frogs doing it before,” said Connor.

Kenny forced a nervous laugh. “Gross,” he said.

“You guys don’t have to believe me,” she said. “I guess we’ll all know tonight.” She raised her eyebrows.

“Eleven-thirty,” said Kenny.

“Thirty more minutes,” said Connor. “That’s when they will come out and feed. Who wants some jerky?”

“Really?” said Elizabeth. “You want to eat now when they are going to be here in thirty minutes?”

“Might as well fatten up for them!”

“Just so you know, I’m going to push you out first if these things are real!” her eyes stayed on Connor.

“I’m actually hungry,” said Kenny as he maneuvered into his bag and passed chunks of dehydrated beef to each of them.

They listened to the rain pouring over the tent while chewing in silence. It was eleven-forty-five when they heard the next groan which had a touch of a growl and sounded more like a “mmmmmmrrrrr”. In timing, all three looked below them before looking at each other.

“Was that?” Kenny’s eyes were large.

Connor nodded.

Elizabeth could feel her heart beat in her chest. “Yeah. It sounded like it was…” she jumped up, backing into the top of the tent. “What was that? Did you feel that? Something just moved underneath me!” Tears started to fill her eyes. “What was that?” She could now hear her heart thumping in her ears.

“Nothing, I didn’t feel anything”, said Kenny. “But I heard something…under us.”

“Bull, you didn’t feel anything. You’re just messing with us again, Liz.”

“No! No, I’m not! Something is down there. We should go.”

“Out there?” Kenny said.

“Yes, we can’t stay here,” she said as she unzipped the tent, pointed the flashlight out before poking her head out and then looked around. She saw something to her left in the muddy water. There was a trail of water in the shape of a V, kind of like a beaver makes when pushing a log through a stream. But it was raining, so all the animals should have been tucked away. And the trail was too wide for an animal that could hide beneath two inches of water. A new trail formed in front of her, going in the same direction. There were two of them. And again, she heard the “mmmmmmrrrrr”. She ducked back into the tent and zipped it.

“Calm down, Liz,” said Kenny. “You’re going to pass out. Breath slower.”

“There’s something out there. For real. I’m calling my mom.”

“No!” said Connor, “You’re going to get us in trouble!”

She pulled her phone from under her poncho and started to dial, but Connor reached up and knocked it out of her hands.

She tried to catch it before it fell in the water. “No!” she yelled while her and Kenny reached into the water for it. By the time they pulled it out, it was dead. She glared at Connor.

His eyes were huge while his hands waived in front of his face. “Liz, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to break your phone. I just can’t get in trouble again. I’m sorry!” His head was knocked down to the left with her right fist.

“We’re going to die, Connor!” She punched is face back with her left fist. “It’s all your fault! We’re going to die!” She felt the tent move as Kenny stood up and grabbed her from behind.

“Liz, stop!” he said. “Stop it!”

Connor grabbed his face. “I’m sorry, Liz.”

Kenny let go as soon as she calmed down a bit.

She plopped down in the cold water. She hated that water. She hated being there. She hated Connor for making them go. “What time is it?”

“Eleven-fifty-eight,” Kenny said, head in his hand. “Maybe you didn’t really see anything.”

“I did!” she said. “Maybe Connor should go out there. He’s the one that wanted to see them so bad. Maybe they’ll leave us alone after feasting on him.” She moved her leg in an effort to kick Connor, but the confined tent saved him from another one of her blows.

“You want me to go out there? I’ll go out there. You’re right. I do want to see them.” He got to his feet and unzipped the tent. “Kenny, give me your flashlight.” He took the flashlight and directed it out of the tent. “I don’t see anything.”

“Good, then get out.”

“Liz, maybe he should stay in here.”

“Maybe he shouldn’t,” she said.

Connor climbed out of the tent and stood outside with the tent door open, hand gripped to the tent zipper, just in case. “I’ll let you guys know if I see anything.”

“Give me your phone,” Elizabeth said to Kenny.

“My mom took it, remember?”

“Ugh!” She punched the water.

Outside the tent they heard “mmmmmmrrrrr” and then Connor saying “What the…” Then there were two or three of the same noise, right outside the tent. Elizabeth and Kenny backed a few inches into the wall of the tent.

“Guys?” Connor squeeked as his hand gripped tighter onto the door’s zipper. Then he started to scream as his body was yanked to a lying position and then pulled forward with instant speed. The tent followed behind him, his hand still clenching it tight, with Elizabeth and Kenny trapped inside. They screamed as they tried to keep their heads above the water while falling over each other, bouncing over bumps and hitting – what they assumed to be – trees. Then it all stopped. All but Connor’s screams which continued outside the tent until they faded further and further away.

End Part 2